Showing posts with label Fulmar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fulmar. Show all posts

Monday, 14 March 2016

Filey

Now that lectures are finished I can go and twitch anything I want. Having found a new cheaper train to get to Filey I decided to go and have a look at the Surf Scoter there. last years visit had been in torrential rain so I hoped to be able to get some better photos in better light, as this time there was not a cloud in the sky.
So when I arrived the scoter took some picking out due to the very strong glare over the bay, and the fact that it was distant. It did come closer and I had hoped the glare would drop but sadly it did not and all I managed were photos of its silhouette. At least it made for a nicer day out than last time. From the photos you can see the white behind the head but the colours on the bill are lacking. That being said, they are somewhat lacking anyway due to the bird only being a 1st winter male.
Its nice to be able to connect with this species again, but I think I will be back for the next one too in an attempt to finally get a decent photo of one. 
-Surf Scoter
One of my reasons for coming to Filey besides the Scoter were the Purple Sandpipers. I love this species and with the spring arriving I knew I might not get some this winter. Fortunately there were still plenty on the brig, including a pretty sweet flock of around 60 birds accompanied by a solitary Dunlin. I managed to get some nice shots as they were on the right side of the light. It really brought out the purple sheen on some of the individuals. A real treat.
-Purple Sandpiper
This was my first proper trip to the coast besides Hartlepool so I was keen to knock off a few coastal yearticks. I managed to plow through 5 additional yearticks; Razorbill, Fulmar, Gannet, Kittiwake and Rock Pipi, as well as Red-legged Partridge from the train. Not a bad haul. In addition to that there were nice views of other coastal species, particularly Red-throated Diver when an individual I had not noticed popped up right in front of me as I was watching the Scoter. There were also signs of spring everywhere, particcularly on the cliff tops where there were at least 10 parachuting Meadow Pipits.
-Eider
-Fulmar
-Gannet
-Red-throated Diver
-Meadow Pipit
-Kittiwake and Guillemot
The weather was fantastic and it made it a really pleasant day out, with awesome birds too. What a way to start my months off from work...

Species List:
Filey: Red-legged Partridge, Woodpigeon, Blackbird, Redwing, Fieldfare, Black-headed Gull, Collard Dove, Feral Pigeon, Pied Wagtail, Lapwing, Magpie, Carrion Crow, Mallard, Rook, Pheasant, Skylark, Graylag Goose, Grey Partridge, Herring Gull, Fulmar, Kittiwake, Turnstone, Gannet, Oystercatcher, Purple Sandpiper, Guillemot, Cormorant, Razorbill, Surf Scoter, Shag, Dunlin, Meadow Pipit, Eider, Redshank, Curlew, Red-throated Diver, Rock Pipit, Great Black-backed Gull, Linnet, Stock Dove, Kestrel, 

Wednesday, 9 September 2015

Spurn Day 8

I was kinda supposed to go home on Tuesday but with the oncoming easterlies I decided to stay and cancel my driving lesson. This turned out to be one of my greatest calls in my birdwatching time, as Wednesday turned out to be one of the best days birding I have ever had.
It was a muggy, overcast day, but as per usual the day started at 6.00 for me. Paul was down ringing and there were five of us up at Seawatching, one of those being Tim who was commuting between Seawatching and Ringing. Ducks were the only things really moving, but numbers were down on the previous seawatches.
Tim called out to get on this at around 7.20. The bird he had seen was very Fulmar like, but was flapping far more frequently. He quickly followed up his initial alert with his identification of a probable pterodroma petrel. It was about three quarters of the way out, but even at that distance, as it approached north, you could almost make out the ‘W’ mark on the wings, and the black underwings were obvious. After a short while, as it came further north we all watch and discussed, until Tim made the call that it was indeed a Feas-type petrel. He began to film it, so I decided to borrow his film rather than try any photos of my own. It sheared only occasionally, but was clearly a Feas Petrel. Tim ran down to get Paul and wake Ed and when Ed arrived I lent him my scope so he could see it, but by now it was well north and had moved further out, and whether he got it or not is not overly clear. 
-Fea's Petrel (Video and Screenshot: Tim Jones)
To say we were all buzzing after that was an understatement. One of the lads in the hide had come up from Southampton for a meeting, but that had been cancelled and had gone to spurn instead. Apart from that we were all Spurn regulars. It’s a bird I never expected to see, and never as well as that. Obviously you can’t twitch them, so it’s all down to luck. And thanks to Tim we had indeed got that slice of luck.
Buzzing after the morning, and with easterlies in the air, I decided to wander around to see if any migrants had dropped in. The birds were a little thinner than I would have hoped, the only real migrants were not Autumn but Winter, with 2 Brent Geese on the ponds being the highlight. I thought it was a Pale-bellied and a Dark-bellied but was not sure, so I was pleased when Tim confirmed my identification.
-Pale Bellied and Dark Bellied Brent Geese
I decided to walk along the beach by the ponds to see if any snow buntings had dropped in. They had not but a large flock of gulls up by Easington Lagoons drew my attention. There were a few Mediterranean Gulls but no others of any note. I had a quick look round the boatyard and then set off back. A few more large gulls seemed to be arriving on the beach, so rather than return by long bank as had been my initial plan, I set off back via the beach again.
This was well founded, as on my first scan through the gulls I picked out one which seemed to had an odd shaped bill and white head. I immediately thought Caspian and as I approached my suspicions did not dim. Sadly though all the gulls were then flushed into the water by dog walkers, and the subsequent bird then got up and flew south leaving me with nothing expect a few poor photos to go on.
I called it out, rather timidly, and set off for long bank. Doubts were running through my head. And though I felt confident about my identification I remained unsure. Imagine then, the horror I felt when the bird I had called out thinking would now be in Lincolnshire rocked up on wetlands. I was mortified. I called out its new location rather reluctantly, followed by a request if someone could come and check I was right. 
Ian Smith came up, more to photograph it than anything else, and together with a few others in the hide, we discussed the points of the bird. The more we looked the more points we saw for Caspian, but the more we saw against it too. In the end, we took a tonne of photos and decided to ask Tim.
The first person I saw who asked was Rael, and when he looked at the photos he thought Yellow-legged. My heart sank. And when I showed Tim in the evening he said the same thing, although when I mentioned we had flight shots he requested a look, as they would prove conclusive. And conclusive they did, as the bird clearly showed an extended white rump and white underwings, which are diagnostic for Caspian Gull.
I had kinda hoped when I lifered Casp, I would get a stonking and obvious first winter bird with small eye and long beak, not had a dubious bird that around 10 birders couldn't work out for sure. That being said, I learned an awful lot from it, especially now I had more diagnostic features to go off for future. In addition to it being a lifer, my first truly self-found lifer for a long time, its also my first Yorkshire description species and my name in the Spurn report. All in all, its been a very exciting, nerve wracking and educational day... 
-1st Winter Caspian Gull
Still unknowing the true identification of my gull I headed back down the canal for a bite to eat at the Warren. Half way down Tim collard me. He had caught yesterdays kingfisher and asked my to run it up to Churchfield. I was pretty thrilled, so delayed lunch. My surprise when I heard a kingfisher calling a little way back up the canal, was perhaps a little uncalled for given what was in my bag, but all became clear when I spotted a second Kingfisher hunting the top of the canal. That makes two Kingfishers in one day, and just yesterday it was a new bird for me at Spurn. Of course it goes without saying that in the hand it looked simply fantastic. Beautiful.
-Kingfisher
I spent the rest of the afternoon eating my lunch/dinner, before heading up for a relaxed spot of seawatching. Not so. Soon after we arrived we saw a aisled fulmar on the water, and it eventually crashed into the beach. Ed collected it as we assessed its health to see if we could revive its fortunes. Sadly, it died during the night.
-Fulmar
It was quite a day, with 2 lifers and a host of other goodies. I think its safe to say that staying on an extra couple of days was a very good idea...

Species List:
Seawatching: Wigeon, Teal, Fulmar, Common Scoter, Fea's Petrel, Arctic Skua, Gannet, Red-Throated Diver, Sandwich Tern, Common Tern, Common Gull, Black-Headed Gull, Herring Gull, Swallow, Dunlin,
Canal: Woodpigeon, Swallow, Mallard, Wigeon, Magpie, Meadow Pipit, Kestrel, Reed Bunting, Turnstone, Redshank, Little Egret, Greenfinch, Blue Tit, Great Tit, Blackbird, Shelduck, Dunnock, Great Spotted Woodpecker, Spotted Flycatcher, Robin, Gadwall, Teal, Graylag Goose, Mute Swan, Greenshank, Lapwing, Curlew, House Sparrow,
Ponds, Lagoons: Peregrine, Curlew, Dunlin, Cormorant, Black-Headed Gull, Carrion Crow, Woodpigeon, Little Grebe, Meadow Pipit, Linnet, Yellow Wagtail, Starling, Brent Goose, Mediterranean Gull, Common Gull, Herring Gull, Great Black-Backed Gull, Ringed Plover, Sandwich Tern, Sanderling, Wheatear, Kestrel, Pied Wagtail, Caspian Gull, Reed Bunting, Kingfisher, Whinchat,

Friday, 22 July 2011

isle of wight Day 4-glorious sunshine and insect bonanza

Today was very warm indeed. We decided that we would go to the western side of the island to a part of the island known as shippards chine where my mum and dad and brother could go swimming and such. I went with them because the warmth and the cliffs over there meant that there might be glanville frittillarys, found only on this island in the whole of the UK. As soon as we landed I set off along the cliffs to try and see if there were any about. The first butterfly I found was a skipper. Before yesterday I would class every skipper as either large or small, but since the essex skipper seemed to be a reasonable i.d bet I was unsure as to weather I should put a species to this one. I Think that it is a small skipper, but i have no confidence in my ability to i.d what is a significant amount of black on the underside of the antenna, although there doesn't appear to be much here, so I'm going small skipper with this one. -small skipper There were a great deal of butterflies-common blue, large white, meadow brown, gatekeeper and small copper. Then I found one that made my heart skip a beat, but when it landed it turned out to be so close but yet so far. The butterfly in question was a dark-Green fritillary, which is always really nice to see, but can be infuriating when your looking for a different type of fritillary and they all look the same!
-Dark green fritillary
My dad text me telling me to head back to the car, as we hadn't actually cleared up what we were doing for that day. When I turned around I spotted this scoona ship near the needles which seemed to be screaming out for a photo.
-Scoona near the needles
I had only walked about 300m away from the car due to the number of distractions that there were. It didn't take long for me to walk back to the car. My dad said that they were going off in their canoes, I said that I would walk south along the cliffs to see if i could find any glanville fritillarys.
My Mum showed me a dragonfly that they had found in the middle of the car park, badly injured, probably hit by a car. It was a southern hawker but it was in a bad way, so we put it under in the car to see if it would recover and fly away.
I decided to go for a look on the other side of the road to see if there was the water body that the dragonfly could have come from. I had a look But there were only fields, so I decided to walk south along the cliffs as was my original intention.
-wounded southern hawker
I walked south along the cliff path encountering a small stream, but not substantial enough for a dragonfly. There was little to add to the species list for the walk until I reached a stream that was well covered in plants, and it was there that I found my first new species for the day. If I hadn't looked closely I would had discarded it as a dull moth of X-description, but as it happened it landed right in front of me, allowing me to see that it was actually a dingy skipper, a skipper that i can easily identify
-Dingy Skipper
The butterfly didn't stay around for very long, so I didn't get many photos,m but I got a few, enough to prove that I was still on track for a new species of butterfly every day.
The small river was called Brook Chine. I had a close look at it and flushed a dragonfly, which was my first tickable for the holiday! It moved slowly enough for me to say that it was a golden-ringed dragonfly, a species I had only ever seen in Scotland before, but still spectacular, Britain's second biggest dragonfly.
I was walking up river tracking the dragonfly hoping for a photo when I flushed a demoiselle, The fact that its wings were black when it took off told me enough, that I had my first odonata tick of the holiday-a beautiful demoiselle, annoyingly it was headed downstream so i had to double back on myself to catch up with it.
It landed for a few minuets so i could get some record shots, but sadly it moved off and I lost it, as there was no path up the river and the various brambles and nettles made moving up and down the river slightly difficult.
-beautiful demoiselle
After I lost it i headed back up stream to try and track down the golden-ringed dragonfly. I was pleasantly surprise to find that there was not only one on the river but that there was two, each holding a territory and fighting regularly, but also landing regularly, which allowed me to get some photos of these much loved classic dragonflies.
-golden ringed dragonfly
they were great to see and spent about half an hour watching them. It was only when I tore my attention away that I spotted another dingy skipper on the other side of the river. I decided not to jump over but to go the whole way around to try and avoid disturbing it, as it seemed pretty well settled.
On the other side of the river, but not near the riverside, the road above i spotted the first bird of the day, although I was unsure of its true I.d until I got close enough to get a photo which proved it was a kestrel, as I thought it would be, over a peregrine.
-Kestrel
climbing down the bank to the river I found the dingy skipper in the place where I had left it and so was able to get down to take a few more photos, although once more it was too flighty and so I was only able to get a few, although they were better than last time.
-Dingy skipper
I jumped over back to the original side of the river and as i did so I spotted the demosielle again, which I was quite pleased about. I approached it slowly and managed to get into position to photograph without disturbing it.
It was a surprise to see one here, as it was not a species that I had run up on the records as their records seemed too scattered to be bothered with. But even so, the fast flowing coastal stream seemed to suit this delicate animal for some strange reason.
There is little more to say so just enjoy the photos I took...
-beautiful demoiselle
After that second encounter with the demoiselle, I decided that it was probably an idea to head back, as it was approaching lunch time, but as i popped up into the car park at Brook (not the one we were parked in) I heard a noise much closer than it had been all day. The song was off a male yellowhammer, the "Little bit of bread but no cheese" that actually sounds absolutely nothing like that.
I had a quick scout around, but couldn't spot him. He sounded close so I decided to pursue him to see if i could track it down, and I did, but in the most obvious place possible, on top of the sign. I tried to get as close as i could, using his singing as an indication as to how well settled he was. I actually managed to get quite close to him, and therefore managed to get the shots of male yellowhammer that I had been wanting for some time.
-Male yellowhammer I made it back to the car and then spent the rest of the day in the sea. After that we went up to freshwater to see what was about, but everywhere was shut and the only thing of interest was a fulmars nest in the wall.
-Fulmar
So it was a good day overall, the only bad part being the damaged dragonfly, which sadly died after a few hours. The fact that I saw some live dragonflies made me feel better though, and they were also the first dragonflies I had seen all holiday!